No More Collar

He was a creature of habit who loved control
He thrived on it, he demanded it
His orgasms, his life, everything within his soul.

His pleasure, his pain never was voiced
His kindness, his love all was built
All his life by choice.

She was a woman of beauty and class
She gave him the control, the last minute romp
The babies, the fun, the memories of the past.

The world that they built, the life they loved
The control that he demanded
She was his slave, his life, his beloved.

They played, she served, they fought to the end
Best friends at the movies, kisses at bedtime
Sorrow and grief would be days that he would spend.

No more collar on his beloved
Her hands he would no more control
Her kneeling down, the heels that she loved.

Despite the control that he had always had
She would have no more pain, no more sickness
No more days of endless chatter, doctor's visits,  of health gone bad.

There would be no more collar on his beloved...